Updated: Nov 8, 2023
your voice slid through my headphones like juicy oranges squeezed in my ears. sticky tangy fruit liquor dripping down my neck. as the wind rises your whiff finds its way under my nose. you smell just like the mist of a freshly peeled tangerine.
i float on a still pool of milk in a stance with the stellar bodies, watching them violently collide with each other. andromeda with the...
my sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist. what more could I want?
drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on...
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